Although being carried by Iron Man like a missile did not look very dignified, Squirrel Girl herself seemed to be enjoying it.
She closed her eyes as she flew and spread her arms like a bird taking flight, as if imagining herself soaring on the wind—or recalling the romantic scenes from Titanic.
It was just that her figure had little to do with the heroine's.
Because she was flying so fast, the little rolls of fat on her face rippled like water, while the oncoming wind blew her features crooked and sent tears and snot streaming down her face.
But as the saying went, no amount of money could buy happiness. As long as Squirrel Girl was happy, that was all that mattered.
"This one's a tribute to a classic." Su Ming had Cloak slowly rise into the air, but most of his attention remained on the mysterious black-clad figure as he waited for the right moment. "Doreen isn't as long as a missile, but she seems about as wide."
"A tribute to what classic?"
Carol tossed Orange Cat onto Cloak and flexed her hands. The golden Cosmic Energy in her palms flickered like light bulbs as she tested her output.
"The Battle of New York on Earth-199999. You probably wouldn't understand even if I explained it."
Su Ming sighed beneath his mask and studied the distant black-robed figure. He still could not make out the other party's face, making him wonder whether the enemy had painted his face black as well. "Ready? When Doreen knocks that black ball away, there might be quite a dramatic commotion. The enemy may be startled, and that'll be our chance. No pointless chatter. Kill him immediately, and make sure his head stays intact."
At first, Su Ming had thought they were about to